Thursday, June 5, 2008


Blue neon.  That’s how Florida was represented in his mind, though he’d never been there.  Cool, blue neon.  Whenever he heard the word “Florida” on the news or in a casual conversation at a bar, his brain would supplant the image of blue neon.  He never really thought twice about why.


This move was both invigorating and scary to him at the same time.  New place.  New people.  New identity.  Speedometer rolls back to all zeros.


Florida would be the place where he’d stay, he thought.  No more moving around.  Stakes would be planted firmly.


He only hoped that whenever he landed in Florida, it would have blue neon somewhere.



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